It came unexpected, at an unexpected time, in an unexpected way. My world was invaded from Mars through the U.S. Mail . . .
I had planned to ignore it if it ever happened, but invasion has a way of changing your plans . . .
They are just bits. Parts of someone elses' nightmare . . . soon to be mine, hey they had plans . . .
Now it seems, so do I . . . what will the twilight hours and the Twilight-Zone elves produce?
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